When Leopold walked in, the scene before him stopped him dead in his tracks.

There was Percival, shirtless and blushing furiously, sprawled on the couch while Vivienne, with eyes sparkling with mischief, was pointing her smartphone at him like she was about to devour him whole. Leopold was dumbfounded.

He had only been gone for what, ten minutes? And things had escalated this quickly?

The room was buzzing with an energy that was both electric and slightly scandalous.

The unexpected interruption clearly didn't sit well with Vivienne, who shot Leopold a glare sharp enough to cut, "Out!"

Leopold, taken aback and with every wild thought fleeing his mind except for self-preservation, stammered, "Uh, Vivienne, I saw nothing, really. Just came to drop off the car keys...'

With that, he tossed the keys towards the entryway and made a hasty retreat, not even bothering to close the door properly.

Once outside, he took a deep breath.

Trust Vivienne to be involved in something he hadn't even dreamed of.

Poor Percival, though. In Vivienne's clutches, he was practically a goner.

After snapping a few pics, Vivienne put down her phone and picked up a cotton swab to tend to the scrapes on Percival's arms and shoulders.

Once she was done, she let out a sigh and finally voiced her concerns, "Mr. Wolf, it looks like our wedding might need to be postponed."

Percival turned to face her, "Your dad still not on board?"

Vivienne grimaced, "It's not just my dad this time. My four uncles too. They want to throw a big bash. My mom's wedding was a surprise to them, and now, they want to make sure they're fully prepared for ours."

Percival thought for a moment, then pulled her into a hug, "I understand."

Feeling his strong heartbeat, Vivienne nestled closer, "You're so understanding, Mr. Wolf."

Percival stroked her hair, his eyes filled with affection, "My understanding is all for you."

plans to me. I'll meet your dad and your uncles'

up in surprise, "You think you

"There's always a way."

her nose gently, "I've dealt with tougher crowds

forward to it, "Well, you

comfort of Mr. Wolf's couch, or just being by his side, but

up, she saw

out on the coffee table, complete with four dishes, a soup, and a palm-sized strawberry cheesecake.

first, only for Percival to hand

as if there were ants crawling in her heart, "Mr. Wolf, you're getting stingy. This cake's too small for

an eyebrow, "Fine, tomorrow I want

laughed and nodded,

with a deep look, he asked, "Staying over

then decided, "Better not. I don't want your house to be one

Percival, "..."

to take their frustrations out on his

The Linklater household.

as Vivienne stepped in, Arthur's

to blow that

"I, uh..."

his daughter's figure, switched from fury to fondness in an

was saying, it's late; are you hungry? I've just mastered the perfect fried mozzarella sticks. Want

face was the

"No

he quickly agreed, "Alright, then first thing tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast." Vivienne, heading upstairs, suddenly turned back to Sasha, "Mom, Mr. Wolf's fine. No need

nodded, giving

be hasty next time. She's home safe,

days,

in the garden with Sasha and

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